Truly, Madly, Deeply [DM♥] Full Names [02]

“Yay Dawn! Go Draco! Whooot whoot!”

Three words: Quidditch finals.

The Slytherin team managed to get to the finals (barely, but they did, ok?) and were facing, who else, Gryffindor.

Dee was there, only to support Dawn, but she had her huge textbook open and was catching up on some ‘light reading’.

Adrian and Daisy were doing some light flirting.

Dane was on my left, biting her fingernails nervously as a bludger zoomed by Blaise’s head.

“Calm down honey, he’s gonna be fine.” I reassured her.

“You never know Della. Quidditch is a dangerous sport.” She snapped harshly.

I held my hands up as surrender. This was like, a one and a million moment where Dane snapped like that.

I couldn’t help but smile.

I turned to my right.

“So, Adrian, how come you aren’t on the team?” I asked.

“Quidditch? Eh, not my sport.” He answered, “I’m not really an athletic guy. I’m a more devilishly handsome, debonair, suave, charming, intellectual kinda guy.”

I rolled my eyes.

“But of course.”

Anyways, back to the game.

Oh, damn it, Blaise just let another Quaffle through.

Just then, Draco suddenly dove as if he had seen something. Everyone jumped to their feet. It was early in the game for the seeker to see anything.

Harry Potter was right on his tail as they dove down to the ground.

“They’re going to crash!” Someone in the row in front of us yelled.

Draco all of a sudden pulled up just before he hit the cold hard dirt. Harry slammed into the ground.

“It was the Wronski Defensive Feint!” Dee exclaimed.

We all turned to look at her with a little shock.

“What? I’ve read a couple of Quidditch books.” She said defensively with a shrug.

And with that, she turned back to her book.

Meanwhile, Madame Hooch was tending to Potter.

It looked like she was insisting on him to go to the Nurse’s. However, he was fervently shaking his head.

His arm was in a weird position and his lip was cut.

Madame Hooch finally gave up and let him mount his broom and get back in the game.

“How the hell is he gonna play with a messed up arm?” Daisy sneered.

Slytherin had caught up considerably due to Dawn’s impeccable scoring.

Oh, and the Slytherin Beaters hitting bludgers every which way, haphazardly.

Gryffindor has had to sub in three different chasers due to severe head injury.

The seekers still hadn’t seen anything.

“Oh my God, look!” A random third year yelled, pointing to two people going so fast, they looked like mirages.

This time, Harry had taken off first with Draco following behind.

People screamed as they rocketed right by our seats. I had seen the glint of gold zipping by. This wasn’t a feint. It was for real.

They both stretched out their arms to capture the snitch.

“Come on, come on.” I heard Dane chant beside me.

“And he’s got it! Harry Potter’s gotten the snitch! Gryffindor wi-… Oh damn.”

The announcer had seen the scoreboard.

Everyone turned to stare at the numbers.

“OH MY GOD!”

A sea of green and silver rushed onto the field as I hugged the people around me. Even the Ravenclaw in front of me and the Hufflepuff next to Dane (who were sulking. Geez, we really aren’t that bad!).

Daisy pulled me down to the field.

Even through the crowd, I could still find Draco and his platinum blonde hair.

And he spotted me.

He dropped his broom and hoisted me up as I jumped into his arms.

“Great job Draco!” I exclaimed, hugging him.

“Thanks love.” He replied, smirking, “Not where’s my victory kiss?”

I rolled my eyes.

And so, I kissed him, right there in the middle of the Quidditch pitch, my legs still wrapped around his waist, my fingers running through his hair. In all his sweaty glory.